Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
X-101,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.